Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Not wanting to waste any more time arguing, Nyla turned to leave, but Damon blocked her path. She frowned and looked up, about to speak, when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. "What are you- Mmph!" Her words were cut off as Damon's lips pressed against hers.

Nyla's eyes widened in shock.

Was he out of his mind?!

The balcony was only separated from the main hall by a curtain. Someone could come by at any moment. If anyone saw this, she wouldn't be able to explain herself no matter how hard she tried.

She trembled and tried to push Damon away, but he wouldn't budge. In her fury, she bit down hard on his lip.

Damon winced in pain and released her. He wiped the blood from his mouth and was about to speak when Nyla slapped him across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed in the sudden silence between them. A cool breeze swept through, making Nyla shiver. Damon's gaze was like a brewing storm.

Nyla fought to suppress her fear and looked up at him, speaking with emphasis. "You wanted to know what makes Oliver different? I'll tell you. He's kind and doesn't force me to do things I don't want to. That's the difference between him and you." With that, she turned and walked away.

Damon's gaze remained dark and brooding as he watched her leave, but he didn't try to stop her.

watching from the corner, taking

with anger. Her grip

a nearby server, who gave her a nod before carrying a glass of wine toward

Back in the hall...

called out to him. He grabbed a glass of wine and downed it in

alcohol did nothing to ease his frustration. If anything, it only made him more irritated, so he picked up another

returned from delivering

on the sofa. He hurried over. "Mr. Sumner, you can't

causing him

home for

had quite a lot to drink. Why don't I wait for

you finished the report for

was taken aback, and his face flushed

first and come back around 10:00 p.m.

"Alright. Mr. Sumner, try not to drink too much. Ms. Jayston probably doesn't appreciate drunkards